An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

awash in  numbness  I see life  through a  fuzzy lens  push through  fatigue  and a sense  of helplessness  that threatens  to overwhelm  my mind swim in molasses I need to plan every move to conserve energy to think and decide what what is more important but at the  end of the day I have nothing left.

The world  murky and clear  and the same time  undersea  ghosts  of the drowned  their souls float in the black morass unable to surface but if you dive deeper  the dark becomes light  and the denizens  are like nothing  you have seen before

The fury of the storm left nothing untouched  walk in the garden  to see subtle signs  leaves scattered petals broken and bent branches of wood float in the pond torn from trees and suddenly orphaned the storm-bent daffodils as they bowed  to the wind's power  but they are not broken they subtly resisted and live to see the sunshine again.

a paracosmic world  that exists in one's   imagination  ships on the high seas  their flags raised high the sound of battle  the whistle of  cannonballs a romanticized tale of high stakes and golden plunder pirates in port  as the rum flows  and there is adventure  and treasure to be had.

incensed  but I need  to channel it  into my creativity  these complicated emotions and annoying feelings and not let them fester into anger and sadness and resentment that will poison the rest of my days I need to let it out  without hurting  the ones who mean  the most to me.

treat yourself  once in a while  it does not have  to be extravagant a long bath a simple dessert a quiet moment outside to savor the sun on your face peace and quiet before dealing with the complications of real life again  give yourself hope  and a goal  to work towards  but do not  deny yourself  the pleasure  of a job well done